Twenty-six. Almost there!
Title: Desperation
Theme: # 14 Theatre
Claim: Luffy x Sanji
Words: 595
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: AU, violence, disturbing imagery, character death.
Disclaimer: One Piece belongs to Oda-san. I make no profit.
Part of the supernatural!verse.
He shouldn’t have come. He should’ve stayed at the house like Luffy told him to, because he was only making the situation worse.
The vampire was beautiful. She had short, red hair, a slim body, and a voice that could summon angels with a single word. Her companion, another beautiful woman with long, blue hair, watched them with an anxious expression on her face.
“Nami, let’s just go. You’ve heard the rumors about him!” she begged the redhead, desperately tugging on her arm.
The redhead called Nami shook off the other woman’s grip, smiling coyly as she met Sanji’s eyes. He felt an unpleasant shiver go down his spine as her gaze pierced into his very soul.
“Take care of him for me, won’t you?” she asked sweetly, her eyes flashing red for a few seconds.
The effect was instantaneous. He felt the change starting; felt the shifting bones split his skin open. He heard his shirt rip and heard Nami laugh as he collapsed onto the floor.
“L-Luffy!” he screamed out, just before his consciousness was swallowed up by darkness.
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He woke to a burned out theatre, the hundreds of chairs melted or singed by ash. He was sprawled out on the caved-in stage, naked and covered in blood, burns, and soot.
“You’re okay.” Luffy murmured happily, leaning over Sanji to kiss his forehead. It took the blonde a moment to realize his head was in the other man’s lap.
Sanjji lifted his head and looked around, taking in more of the damage and the bodies sliced up a few feet away. There were claw marks and deep wounds that let him know just what had killed those two women.
Luffy helped him stand up and then took a bottle of water out of his bag and wet part of Sanji’s ruined shirt.
“What happened?” The blonde asked, standing still so the other man could clean the blood and soot from his body. The burned skin was already starting to heal, but it was still tender to the touch.
Luffy gently wiped the blood away and let his fingers linger in some places, mostly on the burns.
“She made you change. If I didn’t have the Alpha voice, you would’ve killed me.” The raven said quietly, looking up to meet Sanji’s eyes.
“You killed the other werewolf with no problem. Why am I any different?” Sanji asked, taking a step closer to his friend. Luffy looked down and continued to clean Sanji off. “Luffy?” He nudged the man with his elbow, concerned.
Luffy shook his head quickly and leaned up to press their lips together, licking into Sanji’s mouth like he was a man dying for it. They’d kissed before, but not like this. Never like this.
“Luffy.” Sanji breathed, letting the slightly shorter man touch him, reverently, like one of them was on his death bed; like he was slowly dissipating.
“Don’t ever leave me.” Luffy growled, pulling back to stare at Sanji’s eyes, his voice burning through the blonde’s veins. His eyes were glowing faintly with soft, white light and Sanji felt his knees buckle from the force of Luffy’s command.
He sagged into his friend’s arms and let out a soft whimper as Luffy lowered him to the floor, all the while pleading for him not to leave in that broken sort of voice.
As he lost consciousness for the second time that night, staring fuzzily up at the theatre ceiling, he wondered what had happened to Luffy to make him so desperate.
He wasn’t sure he wanted to know.